dmims Chapter 139 Death
Chapter 139 Death
Chapter 139 Death
at the same time.
[The host has rewritten the fate of passengers on Wally Airlines Flight 180 and successfully obtained 500 Life Essence.]
That inexplicable feeling came quickly and went quickly.
It felt like a gust of cold wind creeping up my spine, only to vanish the moment it touched my skin.
Chen Yuan frowned, moved his shoulders, and his joints made a "crack" sound.
The Black police officer finally regained his voice from the shock and stammered, "..."
"It really...really exploded?!"
His tongue was tied in knots, and his eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
Chen Yuan glanced at him but did not answer.
He simply turned his head and looked through the floor-to-ceiling window at the still-burning fireball.
The firelight danced in his pupils, flickering like two miniature suns burning.
The terminal was in complete chaos.
Screams, cries, and hurried footsteps mingled together, like a pot of boiling water.
Some people collapsed to the ground, their legs twitching, unable to stand up no matter what they did.
Some people hugged their families and wailed loudly, their faces covered in tears and snot.
More people rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, their hands trembling as they held up their phones, making the images too blurry to see, but they still frantically took pictures.
"Oh my God... God..."
"That was the plane we were on... just five minutes away... just five minutes away from..."
"If it weren't for that agent...we would already be...already..."
Before a female passenger could finish speaking, she covered her mouth, squatted down, and began to dry heave.
The man in the suit stood at the front of the crowd, his face completely drained of color.
He was just yelling in the cabin, "Why should I get off?" and "Does the FBI think they can just spread rumors like that?"
My legs are so weak they feel like two noodles, and I'm only managing to stay upright by gripping the railing tightly with both hands.
He stared at the fireball outside the window, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
The strong man was even worse off.
He slumped into a waiting chair, mouth agape, eyes fixed on the ceiling, like a fish thrown ashore and staring at the air.
He had just mocked that high school student as crazy and was making sarcastic winks at Chen Yuan.
Now all he wants is to find that high school student, kneel down and kowtow to him three times.
Not far away, Alex and his friends were gathered in a group.
Todd was as excited as a baboon in heat, slapping Alex's shoulder hard with each slap, making a "..." sound.
A crisp "snap" sound.
"Dude! Are you a fucking prophet?! You really said it! The plane really exploded! Did you see that?! Boom! The whole thing exploded!"
He gestured wildly, his face beaming with the joy of surviving a disaster.
"Shut up, Todd!"
Claire glared at him fiercely, her eyes seeming to want to sew his mouth shut.
"What's there to be happy about?!"
She turned to look at the tall figure not far away, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.
That man who claimed to be from the FBI...
Carter, the blond boy who had clashed with Alex earlier, was unusually silent at this moment.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands in his pockets, but his hands inside were trembling.
His girlfriend, Terry, clung tightly to his arm, her nails digging almost into his flesh, her whole body trembling like a leaf.
Billy, a thin boy with glasses, pushed up his glasses and spoke in a tone that was a mixture of awe and fear.
"If it weren't for that agent, we would all..."
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.
Alex did not respond.
He just stared at Chen Yuan's back, his brows furrowed into a knot.
I feel like something's not right.
Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze and glanced at the large crowd around him.
The sounds of crying, cursing, and praying buzzed around my ears like a swarm of flies.
He turned to look at the black police officer who was still rambling incoherently.
"police officer."
The Black officer shuddered, instinctively shut his mouth, and then asked.
"Detective, what are your orders?"
"Give me a passenger list."
Chen Yuan paused, then turned his gaze back to the fireball outside the window.
"Also... is there anyone else on the plane?"
"Damn it!"
The Black officer slapped his forehead, finally remembering the important matter, and turned to yell at his subordinate.
"What are you all standing there for?! Go check the list! You, you, come with me to the tarmac!"
He took two people with him and ran out as fast as he could.
Ten minutes later, Chen Yuan received the list.
Wally Airlines Flight 180.
Passengers: 212.
Crew: 18 people.
Total: 230 people.
Chen Yuan stared at the string of numbers, a slight smile curving his lips.
230 people...
This number is not small.
But we can't open the champagne halfway through.
As someone who joined midway through the game, who knows if Death might suddenly act up?
He folded the list and put it in his pocket.
Outside the window, the rescue team had already arrived at the scene.
Red fire trucks, white ambulances, and black cars surrounded the entire tarmac.
White foam was sprayed onto the still-burning wreckage of the plane, and white steam rose up like a giant column of smoke.
Soon, several more cars roared to a stop at the terminal entrance.
The car door opened, and a group of people got out.
Transportation Security Administration staff, and two men in black suits.
When the Transportation Security Administration staff saw the empty waiting area filled with passengers, they were taken aback for a moment, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank goodness...
Fortunately, there were no large-scale casualties.
Otherwise, he might end up in jail because of this, and his superiors would definitely throw him out as a scapegoat.
The two men in black suits exchanged a glance and walked straight toward Chen Yuan.
"List."
One of the men, who was wearing glasses, spoke up.
"This way."
Chen Yuan followed them to a secluded corner.
Another slightly younger man with a buzz cut couldn't wait to speak.
"Chen, what exactly happened?"
His name is Shirek, an FBI agent and Chen Yuan's colleague.
Chen Yuan glanced at the plane wreckage outside the window, its fire gradually dying down, and spoke in a calm tone.
"The plane exploded."
Wenner:
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Shirek: "6"
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Wenner took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse.
"My question is, why did the plane explode?"
"Because there's a bomb."
"Who brought it up there?"
"have no idea."
"How did you discover the bomb?"
"Just a guess."
"Why didn't you stop him beforehand?"
"Because I don't know who it is."
A barrage of questions rained down on him like bullets, and after he finished, he stared intently into Chen Yuan's eyes.
If that plane had actually exploded in the air, the loss of 230 lives would be enough to classify it as a terrorist attack.
The entire FBI will be severely damaged in the end.
Fortunately, it didn't explode in the air.
However, the plane has now exploded on the ground, which is quite a significant case.
Just then—
A cold wind swept by without warning.
Wenner shuddered, a chill ran down his spine, and he instinctively looked around.
Is the air conditioning in the terminal broken?
Why is it suddenly so cold?
Chen Yuan stared at them for two seconds.
Then, he suddenly spoke, his voice low and somber.
Do you know Death?